The Wait

Time Clicks as I await

The hour ends before my take

Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes

The day grows old as night passes

Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating

Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing

Silence begins the day

as morning comes without notice

Tears begin to fall, slowly

The day moves on without hope

Wishing to be what is not to be

The sun moves to its peak

without a whisper or retreat

Time moving, but still empty

Stomach aching, curling

Still waiting